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" You were supposed to save me"

I didn't know how those words came to be. Or why I had uttered them, yet all I wanted to do in that moment was scream.

Scream till my hearts content. Scream till my lungs can no longer give me air. Scream so loud so that the whole world would hear me.

Instead of that, I felt tears roll down. As if I longer had any words to express so my body spoke a thousand more. I was vaguely aware that my body is completely bare. At least the top part is, yet all that mattered in that moment was the essence of pain. I wanted to grieve. I wanted to cry like a child.

" I'm no saviour my beautiful wife"

A deep voice spoke behind me and I realised that the man was there all this time; yet I was lost in a bubble of my own. Wanting to escape the world. To escape him.

Closing my eyes tightly, I felt the cold water drip down my exposed back. Feeling my flesh cool from the hot tea yet I knew for a fact It'd leave scars all over.

I could feel his strong arms reach towards the lever as he turned the shower off, and the only thing that now remained between myself and the man I called my husband were the fog of steam.

A warm towel was suddenly draped around my shoulder, covering my body as I felt myself lean back on the tiles.

" Why did you marry me Moustafa? Was it for revenge. So you can hurt me as well or in Hamza's name, kill me?"

I murmured, the words barely reaching my ears as the man stiffened behind me his strong arms snaking around my waist.

" Farya!"

" Moustafa"

I muttered back. It happened all too fast as the man suddenly turned me around. His dark eyes staring at mine and his jaw clenching tightly. All most if he was trying to keep something within him. Almost as if he was caging something within.

My gaze flickered across his face all of a sudden and I realised a few things. His stubble had grown a bit and there was a slight crook to his nose. As if it had been broken but not fully healed ever since. His dark grey eyes were now glaring down at me in a mixture of anger and something else making me look down. Feeling a little overwhelmed.

" Will you Moustafa? Will you kill me in your brothers name?" I asked, and I knew I had woken a sleeping lion as the man suddenly took a dangerous step towards me. His hand gripped both of mine together before he pinned them on the wall.

I was finding it hard to breath all of a sudden seeing him lean in. His warm breath fanning across my face.

" I didn't marry you for that, Farya Aydin"

He muttered making my jaw clench as I tried pushing against his hold but remained utterly hopeless against his touch.

" I'll never be an Aydin"

I spat back seeing a dark look fall across his face as he smirked at me. Almost sinister, making cold shivers run down my spine.

" You were an Aydin the minute I laid eyes on you in that courtyard"

He growled releasing his hold on my hands making me push him backwards. Seeing his grey eyes pool with a hint of anger.

" I hate you" I whispered walking past him seeing the man tense a little before he followed me towards the bedroom. His large shadow looming over mine.

Sitting down on the bed, I realised from all the moving that my wounds had opened again and the little progress I was making was all gone now.

Moustafa who had now walked out of the bathroom stalked towards a cupboard before he pulled out a large shirt and pants and placed it before me.

" Wear it" Was all he commanded and realising I no longer had any energy to fight. I faced my back towards him before pulling the long black top over me; followed by the pants.

" Lay on your stomach" He commented making me still. Glancing over my shoulder, I stared at the man holding a small balm in his hand.

" I-I'll ask Elif" I spoke, my words barely coming out seeing the man glare at me. Not too keen on the answer I gave.

" Now Farya" His deep voice echoed across the room as I tried my best holding my ground and would have done so if it wasn't for the pain flaming in my back.

" I have no desire for you Farya. I've seen many more" He commented and all I wanted to do was scoff at him, but instead I looked down. Feeling something pull at my insides.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I laid on my stomach,feeling self conscious as I heard Moustafa walk towards me before the sound of the bed dipping reached my ears.

A cold hand suddenly lifted the back of my top making me flinch. Holding on to the bed sheet, I felt his hand brush my hair to the side before he placed something cool against my back making me hiss. The cream now stinging my open wounds.

" Moustafa! It hurts" I gasped slowly feeling his fingers trail softly against my back. His flesh utterly cold against mine.

" Who did this?"

He repeated the words from before making my throat clog up as I felt my vision blurry with tears.

" My mom"

I spoke the words bitter in my mouth feeling the man's fingers still in its position for the longest of times before he spoke again. His voice barely recognisable from all the anger.

" Why?" He asked again as he covered my back with the top making me lay on the side. My eyes flickering towards him.

" They thought I was in love with you" I spoke, the words sounding absurd to my ears seeing something flash before his eyes, as he stared down at me.

" I need to finish your back" He spoke softly making me nod lay on my stomach as he pulled the shirt upwards again. The cool air hitting against my flesh.

" Your back needs stitching"

He spoke his fingers gliding against my wounds before he stood up all of a sudden. Making me tense.

" I'm calling a doctor " Was all he said as he walked out of the bedroom leaving me all alone. A sudden surge of silence played around me. The defending kind of silence as I awaited for the man to come again.

If he ever did.

Sitting up slowly. I pulled the shirt down on my back hearing muffled voices come from the stairways till they were now near the door.

In a swift motion Moustafa walked inside the room with a lady behind me. My mind at shock at how fast she came.

My gaze shifted towards the pretty brunette holding a small case in her hand. Her eyes flickering towards me.

" Hello Farya! I'm doctor Hazal. I'll be looking at your back today if that's okay" She asked making me nod, avoiding Moustafa's eyes. Still in shock.

Waking towards me, the woman placed her small bag on the bed before she opened her case and pulled on some gloves.

" If you could lay on your stomach please" she asked making me nod and lay down in the same position as before yet this time it was someone else tending to my wounds.

I could hear deafening silence around me as the woman examined my back before she spoke. Her voice gravely.

" She needs to go hospital Moustafa. She can catch an infection like this" Doctor Hazal spoke making me tense. The very idea of going to a hospital making bones chill.

" No, please. I'm not going hospital. Do what you have to here" I spoke quickly hearing Moustafa deep voice reach my ears.

" Don't be stubborn"

" And it's my body. Doctor Hazal please do it here" I spoke hearing Moustafa sigh exasperated as the woman spoke.

" Farya, please understand-"

" I do but I'm not going" I spoke with finality in my voice feeling the woman shuffle before she reached towards something.

" Okay! But it's your choice. It will hurt a lot because I don't have all the equipments" The woman spoke as I felt her reach towards my back before wiping the wounds making me hiss.

A moment passed before she placed a cold gel on my skin making it slightly numb yet not that much to feel completely emotionless.

" Farya I'm going to start"

The woman spoke as I nodded. Holding on to my breath. They say pain comes in all forms. Be it physical or mental. It was still pain regardless. Pain that will forever scar you. That will always haunt you.

The moment I felt something sharp plunge in to my skin. A blood curling scream ripped from my mouth. Echoing all around me.

Gripping against my pillow. I placed it under my mouth. My screams now muffled as Doctor Hazal continued stitching my back, for god knows how long whilst I felt the world around me spin. Pain becoming my ally.

" Farya"

A deep voice spoke beside me as I felt a hand on my head, slowly stroking my wet hair. The act almost intimate.

" Moustafa! I'm dying"

I sobbed feeling the man lean against me. His grey eyes glancing at mine as sheer pain flooded them.

" At least your mum would be happy" I muttered seeing his jaw clench tightly, the reminder of his mother's action making his face red. As he leaned in. His face inches away from mine.

" It's all done"

Doctor Hazal announced as she shifted from the bed before walking out of the room. I could see Moustafa move away from me as he talked with the doctor quietly. Their voices now faraway and the arms of darkness nearer.

I knew I was slipping in and out of conscious because the next time I opened my eyes. Moustafa was sitting next to me. His warm hand inches from mine.

" You're still here?" I asked curiously seeing the man's gaze snap towards me as he inhaled sharply and nodded. Moving slightly, I now lay on my back as my gaze slowly travelled towards the man before me. All the whilst I felt my body utterly numb.

" Always"

He murmured as his fingers slowly stroked my hair and then the faint lines of where my tears once went.

" You know, your name means the 'Chosen One' I murmured feeling his finger brush against my jawline as he nodded. This thumb dangerously close to my lips.

" I know"

Was all he answered as I felt his grey eyes land on me. A look of utter pain in his eyes before he leaned in. His warm breath fanning across my face.

" And yours means Beautiful"

He spoke softly as I felt him lean in and the next thing I knew. I felt his lips landing on mine. Leaving me breathless.

Moustafa,

was kissing me.

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Well the cats out of the bag- or something like that. Who knows.

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